With his permission, Sunshine cautiously raided the first aid supplies. She was careful to take only what she thought she’d need. She laid out some cotton padding, some gauze, and surgical tape on the counter. Then came the hard part. She’d have to turn away if she wanted to wash the wound – and she did want to. The whole point of letting it bleed had been to clean itself out, but pressing a washcloth to it probably reintroduced all those bacteria and more. Carthaginian hell. With her luck, it was the apocalypse raining down on them and she’d go and do something stupid like lose her arm over an infection from a godsdamned window. Impressive. Oh yeah, people were getting hurt left and right. She chided herself for joining them. Some help she was. She could only hope the boy would be safe enough with Ganner/Jacen – whoever the man was. She couldn’t go back and rescue him now, not with the potential of everyone seeing the child as a demon. She should have stayed. She should have done something protect him. She’d meant so well… but wasn’t that the way the road to hell was paved? Not for the first time, she wondered where she went wrong – what step she could have made differently so that it didn’t lead her here.
She finally made herself turn away, trusting that she would be able to move fast enough if she caught Sam’s reflection moving toward her in the mirror. She knew her reflexes were good under pressure, but she had no way to gauge his. For all she knew, he was some thor speed demon who could cross the room soon as blink. Well, if he was then he could at least kill her quick and save her from all the mental rambling she was doing. She half-expected him to when she turned her back, but nothing could be that easy. Eyes glued to the mirror, she ruthlessly scrubbed at her arm. It stung, but she was liberal with the soap. It was as cathartic as it was practical.
She would have taken longer if she could, but Sunshine didn’t want to press her luck. The rush of water fell silent as she turned the faucet off. The tricky part was getting the little absorbent bit of cotton pressed squarely to the cut. She could hold it in place, but she couldn’t keep it there and wrap the gauze around her arm. Maybe if she’d been a bad-cross, she could have sprouted a third and forth arm right about now; it would have been useful. “Damn,” she swore softly to herself as she nearly dropped the makings of her bandage. Over her shoulder, she answered his question. “No. I’ve never used one. There was never much call for it before. Bullets wouldn’t have touched the things I fought. Though I’m sure SOF has tried.” The lights weren’t helping as she tried to juggle the first aid supplies. She kept misjudging the distance. This was not one of her better days. If they could have only turned off the lights – but there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d go for that and she wasn’t asking. He’d be suspicious as hell if she told him she’d see better in the dark. Sunshine swore again as she knocked over the spool of tape. It clattered against the floor. Damn. It wasn’t bad enough that she was hurt, she had to go and be a klutz too. One that looked like a demon. This day just kept getting better and better.